I stared at her like she was crazy. What was she doing in my house? Okay maybe not my house but my G-Mommies house! My blanket dropped off my shoulders. I picked it back up still sharing eye contact with her. What I'm about to say right now may sound mean but she also deserves it.
"Get out." I said blatantly.
"Bahja come on! Your mother sent me to give you this." Auntie Sharon said.
"No. I don't want it. Get out." I repeated once more.
"Please Bahjie take it!" Auntie Sharon pleaded.
"I said get the fuck out!" I yelled.
"I'll sit it right here..." She sat it on the glass table.
"Why didn't she come here herself?" I stopped her at the door.
"Because she's busy." Auntie Sharon said.
"Fuck that and whatever the fuck this is!" I threw it out the door along with her. I closed and locked the door behind her. She yelled and knocked on the door multiple times but I kept her out there. A few minutes later I saw her get back in the car and drive off from the living room window. I opened the door and grabbed whatever it was. I closed and locked the door back once more. Before you go judging me and saying that I'm a bad person and a disrespectful teenager, let me tell you the story. Auntie Sharon was originally going to be my care taker. That is until my grandmother found out that Auntie Sharon was going to take as much money as she could from child services and not really take care of me. Then when my Auntie Sharon found out that my grandma knew her plan, she tried to put me up for adoption. A-d-o-p-t-I-o-n. What type of family member does that? Ones that are money hungry. My grandmother always told me, if you're money hungry you're needs are filled but you're heart starves. I sat on my bed clutching onto my stuffed bear. I was too worried about Zonnique to take a nap or do much of anything. What if she dies or slips into a coma? Then what else do I have to keep me up and care for me? Well except my grandmother. It's bad to admit it, but Zonnique is my first and only friend. When I was younger I was shy and quiet so I never made any friends. I got on my knees and placed my hands together in prayer stance.
"God please don't take my sister away. I beg of you. She's the only that I can trust beside my grandmother. I thank you for sending her to me and letting her cross paths with me. I pray she comes out alive in this predicament. Love you Big G. Amen." I got up off my knees.
That night I lye wide awake staring at the wall beside me. When I finally went to sleep, I woke up twenty minutes later. I was so used to Nique's constant nightmares and squirming that I never actually got all of my full hours of sleep. I heard the door slam close downstairs and the sound of feet slowly making their way up the stairs. My G-Mommie! I leaned up as my grandmother opened the door.
"Bahja you need to get some sleep. Zonnique would want you to." Grandma Beverley said.
"Is Zonnique dead?" I ignored what she said.
"Well no. She's not dead. They saved her just in time but-"
"She's alive!" I jumped up and down in giddy.
"Bahja let me finish...Zonnique is paralyzed from the waist down." My grandmother sighed.
"Forever?"
"What?" My grandmother turned around.
"Is she paralyzed forever G-Mommie?" I asked again.
"Well I don't exactly know." Grandmother Beverley answered truthfully. I nodded and laid back on my fluffy pillows.
"Goodnight Bahja." Grandmother Beverley said as she walked out.
"Wait grandma." I stopped her once more. She sighed.
"Yes Bahja?" My grandma turned around.
"Did you know Auntie Sharon was here when I got home?" I furrowed my eyebrows.
"Yes. She told me that she had something important to give you so I let her stay home while I went and got you." She said. I pulled the covers over me and bit my cheeks. My room was extra hot now and I hated when that happened so I threw the covers back off me and stood up. I went over to my night stand and picked up the thing my mother sent me. I opened the small box and inside was a necklace and a note. I suddenly felt tired and closed the small box and put it back on the night stand. I would read it in the morning. I dragged myself back to my bed and slid under the covers.
8:58a.m.
As I ate my frosted flakes in my favorite pink bowl, I watched Fanboy and Chum Chum. This was literally the most dumbest show I've ever watched besides SpongeBob. But it's kind of funny and the little chubby boy is so cute! I turned down the volume of the television since It was literally booming out of my television speakers. I was happy my grandmother let me stay home from school. I was traumatized. It's like that time I got stuck in the elevator for an hour and a half.
"Bahja when are you going to take a shower? Your smell is burning my nose hair." Grandmother Beverley held her nose. I rolled my eyes and sat my bowl down on the glass table since I was in the den or living room. I made my way up the stairs and went inside my room. My gaze fixed on the small box on the night stand. I'll read it when I get out the shower. I got inside of the shower, washed my hair, my body, and after my shower I brushed my teeth. I put on the pink sweater my grandma knitted me and threw on some jeans. I sprayed my vanilla perfume and put on my bracelets. My eyes fixed on the small box again. I slowly walked over to my night stand it picked the box up. The necklace and note still sat inside the box just as before. I slowly opened the note and read it over.
''Dear Bahja,
Hi baby. I'm sorry I haven't contacted to you in awhile. I've been busy and trying to rebuild myself. I'm in your city and I decided to buy you this. Now to the serious message. Bahja...I have another kid. His name is Chresanto August. I got pregnant with him in July by well obviously his father. I was never traveling the world...I was raising him and that when me and his father decided to split. I got to keep Chresanto while he got to be a deadbeat father. I'm sorry I neglected you and left you to be raised without any parents. I know this seems unfair since Chresanto at least has me. The honest truth is...I live around the block from you. I watch you as you get on the bus with your friend and just feel guilty. Please forgive me Bahjie and excuse this family triangle. I love you. I'll try to come see you on Saturday. P.S Pictures in the locket necklace." I read the note allowed. I quickly opened up the locker and saw two pictures. On the left I saw me as a baby and on the right I saw Chresanto as a child. No! No. No. I can't be related to Chresanto August.
Plot twist. BTW If it's confusing let me explain. Chresanto and Bahja have the same mother which means they're real brother and sister but they have different dads. Chresanto and Zonnique are stepbrother and stepsister. Complicated and confusing but well y'know. And to all y'all who thought it was Shamara was kind of right and wrong. Love y'all and thanks for the great feedback! Leave comments, vote, and follow!
